We wait for the porch light to go off
in the breaks between songs
a cat crosses by
it's something
nothing's nothing.
We wait for the porch light
in the break between the songs
the sirens are still there
the airplane flights
still something
you know nothing.
We wait
in the breaks between songs
the wine goes very very slowly
the snow melts into our gloves
it's something.
Dec 14, 2010
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